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  •  Woofie the Younger was never an only child. (7+ / 0-)

    Woofie the Elder, now departed, was his playmate from the time he got here.  So when she died, his life was turned upside down.  No one to squabble with over the piece of rawhide chew bone.  No one to sniff under the butt of on walks when she stopped to pee.  No one to sit beside, eyes full of expectation, when one of the humans had a snack.  No one to eye curiously when she moved from one sleeping spot to another.

    We'd considered getting a puppy, thinking Woofie the Younger would like another dog better, because his breed generally don't tolerate cats.  But when we took him to meet some puppies, he wanted no part of them whatever.  Imagine an 80-pound dog, tall enough to lay his chin on your dining room table when he's sitting, crawling behind your back and peeking over your shoulder with a look that says "No way are you bringing that thing home, right?  Right???"

    Surprisingly, he responded very differently to pooties.  When we first introduced him to one - not Pootie the Precious but a previous visit to Pootie Rescue - the poor pootie was obviously petrified by so huge an animal.  So Woofie the Younger tried to make himself as small as a pootie ... got down on his belly, laid his head between his paws, as if to say "See, I'm really no bigger than you!  Honest!"

    So once he got used to her, and she to him, he's the happiest he's been in a couple of years, since Woofie the Elder began to get sick.  He has someone to chase around (although he's careful never to actually catch her) and someone to sit next to, eyes full of expectation, when one of the humans has a snack, someone to curl up with for a nap (he's not sure what to make of her purring, so he can't fall asleep until she does), and last night he even tried to get her to steal one of his chew bones (which weigh more than she does).

    All together now ... one ... two ... three ...

    AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!

    •  Very Cute!! I wish I could see pictures! (3+ / 0-)
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      "Lead, follow, or get out of the way" - Thomas Paine

      by pinkbunny on Tue Nov 18, 2008 at 04:35:03 AM PST

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    •  AWWWWWW (3+ / 0-)
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      I am so glad Woofie has a new buddy..I adopted a third Woozle for that reason.

      I began to get concerned that if something ever happened to one of da boyz, the other would be devastated.

      My original pair are litter makes, and get distressed if separated by anything other than their own choice

      We adopted a shelter girl after a serious meet and greet, and the boyz approved her joining the pack

      Woofie is sure going to be surprised when his baby gets big..lol

      "Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist" George Carlin

      by bws on Tue Nov 18, 2008 at 05:34:39 AM PST

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      •  Pack behavior is fascinating. (6+ / 0-)

        Woofie the Younger and Pootie the Precious will chase each other.  She'll sit on a chair and poke him on the rump as he walks past, and he will turn and give her a look as if he's been mortally wounded.  She then purrs.  He then licks her (one swipe does her whole body).  She cleans herself indignantly.  He comes as close as a dog can to laughing.  Then it's off to chase each other again.  She's long since figured out lots of places to "hide" where she can see and tease him but he can't follow her.

        And yet ...

        ... yesterday, when Pootie the Precious went to the vet for her booster shots ...

        ... Woofie the Younger stood at the front window and let out the most heart-breaking lupine howls until I came to comfort him.  You could almost see the fear in his big blue eyes: "She's coming back, right?  This isn't like Woofie the Elder who never came back?  Promise me she's coming back?"

        And as soon as I said "Yes, sweetie, she'll be back soon.  I promise." ...

        ... he curled up in his kennel, his favorite spot in the daytime, not sleeping, still looking at the front door, but without that look of fear in his eyes.

        Strict rationalists will say I'm anthropomorphizing there, attributing to animals human thoughts that they don't have.  But as I see it, the rationalists don't live here and watch the very complex and very intimate pack interactions.

        Or, more simply, Pascal was an idiot in that regard.

      •  is a woozie a kitty? nt (0+ / 0-)

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